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A kiss spreads slow like mist and I almost
forget the reason we were crying
as tenuous sheets of rain cloak our sad
little flat and echoes from last
night are caught in drops of water.

If the Chrysanthemums could speak they’d tell
us to stop screaming but sometimes
I find it hard to reach you without
raising my voice.

Your body is wrapped in a high
voltage fence, if I come too close
I’ll burn and fizzle like a moth.

Our better moments come undone
by those that follow when I call you
names and you spit in my face and suddenly
that smile I love on the pier in Brighton
becomes an awkward muscular contraction
that seems to tell me:

we are both planets, when we hoped
one of us was a moon. We orbit
and collide, time and time again
repeating mistakes in a big black bowl
wishing on a celestial fire
to set us free.

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Comments

Blessing | November 28, 2011 - 12:08

I really liked this Maggy, bringing your creative contemporary lens to this as you do!!!

skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2011 - 12:10

Hi maggy,

what a brilliant piece of writing, of human emotions.
Relationships are full of ups and downs and you
write about it so brilliantly in this poem.

Great read and thanks for sharing.

Jenny.

maggyvaneijk | November 28, 2011 - 12:23

Thanks to both of you!

maggyvaneijk | November 28, 2011 - 14:35

Thanks for your comment Richard, hope you're well. Relationships are a lot like those ornaments. In my head they're called Newton's Balls but after googling I realised it's "Newton's Cradle" :)

hudsonmoon | November 28, 2011 - 14:41

When planets collide, I know the feeling well. Amazing, Maggy, as always.

Rich

oldpesky | November 28, 2011 - 15:47

Hi maggy, hope you're good. I particularly liked -

'we are both planets, when we hoped
one of us was a moon'

Very good, as always.

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maggyvaneijk | November 28, 2011 - 16:55

Thanks both Hudson and Pesky, I appreciate your kind words as always.

And Tony, thanks for your ongoing support.

cormacru999 | November 28, 2011 - 17:18

Great imagery, great lines. saw this when they posted it on facebook. I'll have to check out more of your work!

ellis.bell | November 28, 2011 - 19:13

I really enjoyed this Maggy, thank you.
EB.

Archie_Macjoyce | November 28, 2011 - 20:10

Great stuff, a real linguistic orgy.

Not sure I understand "tenuous rain" though...

MaliciousMudkip | November 28, 2011 - 21:05

This is fantastic, lots of lovely imagery in it, and like a lot of people it seems, I can relate to parts of it too. Thanks for sharing. :)

innes-may | November 28, 2011 - 23:22

This is just beautiful. It has it's very own shape and colour, melancholy but tender and just...lovely.
Innes x

seannelson | November 28, 2011 - 23:40

Yes, I like it. Maggy certainly deserves some raving from time to time: "B.B.C.'s young writer of the year" or something of the sort I recall. A real talent early on in her journey. The first and last stanzas here are incredibly strong, I think, although it might be possible to think of another metaphoric term than "bowl," like "territory," which would rhyme better as well, though perhaps "bowl" has an accurate feel to it for Maggy.

rjnewlyn | November 29, 2011 - 00:24

Very good. The circling planets metaphor is an effective one - just what life is like sometimes.

Rob

Overthetop1 | November 29, 2011 - 04:17

Pure genius. Emotive and a wonderfully different way of usage of the planet imagery. Great comments, cherry and pick of the day. Quite right too.

Highhat | November 29, 2011 - 04:52

I am always impressed by your work Maggy but never surprised at the fine quality.

;)Pia

Highhat | November 29, 2011 - 04:52

I am always impressed by your work Maggy but never surprised at the fine quality.

;)Pia

agnelli | November 29, 2011 - 12:05

This has a beautiful, wise perspective. It is a poem to be read on the morning I think. Thank you for this moment of clarity!

I'm a planet. I used to be a moon, but it was rubbish..

shoe | November 29, 2011 - 13:43

Love it, and the planets bit at the end is inspired, utterly beautiful poem.

cynthiae77 | November 29, 2011 - 14:30

Maggy, you are an absolutely amazing writer!

Leander42 | November 29, 2011 - 15:32

I thnk TC's Facebook intro is bang on. You're light is definitely destined to burn brightly. I just wish I could produce stuff even half as good.

It's peppered with wonderful imagery and there isn't a line I don't like. If I had to single out a section it would be:

Our better moments come undone
by those that follow when I call you
names and you spit in my face and suddenly
that smile I love on the pier in Brighton
becomes an awkward muscular contraction
that seems to tell me:

we are both planets, when we hoped
one of us was a moon.

That's so, so good. The line ...and you spit in my face...just contrasts brilliantly with the softer emotions in the poem and brings out and adds focus in the same way that salt draws flavour.

MistakenMagic | November 29, 2011 - 16:55

"we are both planets, when we hoped
one of us was a moon. We orbit
and collide, time and time again
repeating mistakes in a big black bowl
wishing on a celestial fire
to set us free."

- absolutely adore the imagery in the final stanza. A beautiful tour de force, Maggy.Well done on the picks!

Magic xxx

fatboy74 | December 1, 2011 - 17:38

I think more than anything Maggy you understand the natural fall of words on to page - like all my favourite poets you never seem to overrun - lines finish where they should, syllables seem almost placed - but it all feels natural. Add to that you always tell a good story. More great writing. :-)

sue dinum | December 1, 2011 - 19:58

As you've collected just about all the superlatives going, I can only add that I really enjoyed this, maggy, in fact your words seem to wrap themselves around me. Excellent!

sue